The Boy In The Beanie (Fetus Harry Styles)

First Date

"Where do you plan on taking me?"

"It's a surprise"

"Ok then, what should I wear?"

"Casual"

"Good."

Harry was texting me an hour before our first real date. I just tell my dad that his mom is taking Harry, Gemma, and I out to get fast food together. He thinks that I go over there a lot because I'm friends with Gemma, we are friends but that's absolutely not why.

I don't want to tell my dad about a relationship that I don't really understand myself.

I put on some light blue, skinny jeans, a white tank-top with an unbuttoned plaid shirt, tan Toms, and a headband.

I hear a knock at the door, my dad goes to answer it and he gets there before I can get down the stairs. He opens the door to find Harry holding something behind his back.

"Ello', Mr. Mitch."

"Hi, Harry. Where's Gemma?" asks my dad.

"Uh she's at-"

I rush down the stairs to stop him from telling my dad.

"Harry!" I say, right before I finally reach the door.

"Dad, Gemma is probably waiting in the car, she might've just sent Harry to come and get me."

"Oh ok." he says.

Harry looks confused so I widen my eyes at him, signaling for him to go along with it.

"Yah." he agrees, showing that he understood somewhat.

"Well, have fun and be back by 9:00."

"Ok thanks, dad. Bye."

"Bye!" he calls as I approach Ms. Anne's car.

I hop in the backseat with Harry.

"So where are we going?"

"Bowling." he says.

"I love bowling!"

Last summer I went bowling a lot with Aria and her friends and I picked up a few tricks from them so I'm not great or bad but I'd say that I'm fairly good.

"Really? Are you any good?" he asks.

"Eh, I'm alright."

"Ok but I'll warn you, I've never lost." he boasts.

"You've also never bowled against me."

When we get to the bowling ally and Harry's mom leaves he pulls something out from his back pocket, it's a small box.

"Here, I want to give you this."

He opens the small box, pulls out a necklace, and places it around my neck. It's a small, silver, paper airplane which reads 'Harry' on the back.

"It's beautiful. Thank you."

"You're welcome. My father gave it to me when my parents divorced, he gave it to me because at the time I was really upset and he wanted me to think about him whenever I felt alone or sad, to remind me that somebody loves me. That's what I want you to do.

This time I grab his hand and intwine my fingers with his. Harry gets us a lane, I watch as the ball glides down the lane crashing into the pins every time. He is beating me, by a lot so he decides to take advantage of that and spend the rest of the night 'teaching' me how to bowl. Meaning he has his arms wrapped around me, his right hand meeting mine at the end of the ball, and whispering instructions into my ear.

And maybe giving me a few pecks on the cheek.